It started innocently. Normal Friday evening, which we spent together out of obligation. The other days we each did what we wanted and with whom we wanted, but Fridays were a necessary burden. Neither of us ever loved the other, but we were forced to stay together. It was an arranged marriage. On the surface, we played the perfect couple, every Friday we posted photos together from our dates on Instagram. We hardly saw each other for the rest of the week.

We sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Craig left the dinner I made on the table. "I'm a vegetarian, I've been telling you for a while now." Yes, sometimes I purposely cooked food that he wouldn't eat. Just to piss him off. He is drowning in money, so he can order something else. I will not be his maid.

"What are we actually going to do today?" Craig wondered.

"We can play truth or dare, but no truths. I don't care about your bullshit.” I watched with amusement as he blushed. I have to admit that he is not ugly, on the contrary. But he has no personality.

"Why though? I can't even put that on Instagram."

"Whoever refuses the last dare must do whatever the other asks. Or are you afraid?”

"Fine, come up with a dare."

“Eat that steak.” He looked at me in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" When I didn't say anything, he sighed in annoyance. He didn't want to fail the first dare, so he actually ate the steak with tears in his eyes. I felt like a bad person for a moment.

“Just wait,” he muttered to himself. "I will take revenge on you for this." He thought for a while, and after a while mischievous sparks danced in his eyes. "Break up with that lover of yours."

I raised my eyebrows. If he thinks I care about this guy, he's wrong. I just kept him longer than the others.

After a very short and concise phone call, I was already smiling at him like a beast. "Post some bad photo of yourself on Instagram, I'll choose it myself." For a while it looked like he was going to give up, but in the end he accomplished the dare. He really got into that game after it.

"Go on the street and kiss the first guy you see." Fortunately, it was quite a handsome man, albeit very confused. I walked back to the apartment with long steps.

Then it was my turn. "Pretend you're crazy on the street."

"Ask someone how to get to Santa Claus."

"That was pretty embarrassing dare, can’t you think of something original? I have a better one now. You drink three shots of vodka and drive to the police station. Back home from there.”

"Only if you come with me. And you'll have a shot."

I thought I got him already. We both drank and got into the car. I started to get a little scared, I didn't expect him to accept the challenge. But the vodka dulled my senses.

It wasn't long before Craig's car was off the road. We staggered out of it. I thought the car was going to explode like in the movies. Nothing happened. Suddenly I felt Craig's lips on mine. He was a great kisser, I must admit. I never kissed him before except our wedding.

"What was that supposed to be?" I fumed when the kiss ended.

"You have to fulfill what I want. I think I won. I broke my car because of you.”

"You can probably say that. But you should have asked me in advance.”

"Can I kiss you?"

"I think so."